Next Time, Fly
by Jan Thorn
I drove many miles to meet him. Alone on a dark, narrow, winding mountain road. Worse of all, it was completely desolate. I should have identified this scenario for the foreshadowing that it was and anticipated what I might be driving into. Brisk mountain air; clear, black sky; utter silence. Holed up for the night in a spacious suite with a daytime view and an unwanted guest.